It's hard to look in the mirror when all you see is the shell of who you once were. You remind yourself of how the beauty slowly dissapeared, starting secretly on the inside. You became numb, unaware of how hurt you should feel after being used, played and damaged so many times.
I know what it's like to sit in the dark and cry your eyes out. You have thoughts about hurting yourself, hoping that the monster inside could somehow make the mask you lived in for years a little easier on the eyes, a little more beautiful.
But if you look in real close, your nose pressed against the glass, you'll see you've become so fucking ugly. Inside and out, you are a mess of everything you once hated, what you still hate.
The people on the outside can see the bottle of lies and scars of insecurities, and the secrets you thought would be kept forever are now the things that everybody knows.